Ugh update, and this isn't a particularly happy one. After rewiring the fuel pump, I thought it would be fun to set my odometer to see how many miles I go before breaking down. I was looking forward to hitting 400 miles because then I figured I could reasonably expect to take my car on a road trip and trust it.
Literally as I crossed the 400 mile mark today, some guy in a cavalier thought it would be a good idea to turn right into Taco bell from the center lane, leaving me no choice but to smash into his front passenger door. But this shit ain't over.
He then starts to pull forward, turning still toward my car, tearing up literally the entire passenger side of his car, and tries to make a run for it. Uh, fuck no! If there's one thing this car is good at, it's outrunning a Cavalier. I follow him through the taco bell parking lot. He pulls out onto the street to try to make a break for it as the light turns red. I pull out behind a car behind him, and honk my horn to alert the cop that's in the next lane over. He blasts through the red light to get away from me, and the cop pulls him over for running the red light. I pull up behind the cop to tell them what happened, as a witness who saw what happened and followed us pulls up to give his statement.
I ended the affair not even getting to speak one word to this asshole, but got his plate number, insurance info, address, and his name, and the satisfaction in seeing his frown as he waited in the car for his hit and run ticket. Good. Bathe in your dissatisfaction of what a piece of shit you are.
I did some internet scooping to see if I could find this asshole. A google search for the name and city came up a 56 year old man, weird since the guy in the car was obviously in his 20s. Assuming it's his dad, I scoped his pictures and found this one, captioned "Son"
There's our asshole!! I recognize what a douchebag he looks like.
Anyway looking at the info sheet, I noticed license # was blank, so that explains why he ran. Obviously some dumbass kid with no license taking his dad's car out for stoned joyride, fucking my car in the process.
The damage is heart wrenching, but purely cosmetic. The car runs and drives like nothing happened, although my drivers side door doesn't like to shut anymore. I'm calling asshole's insurance tomorrow and seeing about getting my car fixed up proper ASAP.
What's really sad is had he just been an adult about the situation, we could have settled this over the price of a fender, bumper, and some rattlecan paint. No need to get the cops involved at all. I hate to see someone get their world fucked like this, But he made the decision to try to fuck me, and I'm sorry but I don't fuck on the first date. What's hilarious is the damage he did to his car pulling away from me was twice as bad as what I did hitting it, and I'll be sure to point this out if we ever come in contact.
Anyway, do you think they'll total it?